93 – Dungeon! (II)
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PART 1 – 15th floor!
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Skarla looks at the starry night sky, but a little energy in her eyes, spreading her senses, makes the falseness in this sky clear.
The floors, which until then had been 33 meters high, now extended for more than 1 kilometer. She put strength into her legs, thinking of reaching the top.
She should have been flying at that moment, using her Internal Energy to propel herself, nullifying friction in the air, reversing gravity, and among other things, to move freely with pure control of Internal Energy.
But nothing happened. She extended her hand, and a concentrated beam of Internal Energy split a tree in half. She used a Movement Technique, covering dozens of meters in an instant.
Her body is fine, her Internal Energy is in perfect condition, her attributes... no suppression.
“I can't fly?” She crossed her arms, looking up at the sky. “Is there something to hide?” She narrows her eyes.
Stretching a little, she soon crouches down. The air around her vibrates, the ground below ripples, creating layers of perfect spheres.
BOOM!
A loud bang sounds and Skarla rises 10 meters, she falls slowly, frowning. “What?” She is surprised.
She lands without any problems, tries everything, but can't jump higher than 10 meters. She used the surrounding trees, climbing to their tops and jumping, but still only managed a 10-meter jump, nothing more.
Soon she was sitting on the leaves, which is strange for a woman over 2.5 meters tall, weighing hundreds of kilos, sitting on a pile of thin leaves.
“Annoying...” - That's all Skarla says, she sighs and spreads her senses, there are no limitations on that, it seems that the floor just doesn't want anyone jumping and flying around.
After contemplating for a while, she meditated and tried to find the source of the limitations. She tested again, but nothing. She even feels something, but she is unable to analyze or break it down.
In the end, this is something that is beyond her understanding. But what worries her is that this place was able to suppress one of her Martial Arts. Even if it is something basic, it is still Internal Energy, something that, until now, no one has been able to fight or detect lightly.
Her greatest advantage, making her absolute, where even Demigods fear to confront her, because even if they defeat her or flee from her, they will suffer from mysterious internal injuries that they know little about how to deal with, where even Healing Magic is ineffective.
An example of dominance is Sueika. Mastering this basic concept of causing internal injuries and infiltrating her energy into the enemy to aggravate them, she has been dominating the Demon Realm, defeating her brothers and sisters, standing out.
It got to the point where she stopped tormenting Skarla to focus on her conquest and demonic cultivation.
......
Stopping the tests, Skarla began to search the surroundings, where she crouched on a branch, at that moment wearing a gold ring on her right index finger. As a result, she went from over 2.5 meters tall to just 1.8 meters.
She shrank because it was convenient. Being large provides penalties to stealth, and that is what she wants at the moment. She needs to find the two Legendary Scouts.
And now, standing still, she watches a pack of what appear to be wolves, but they have no fur, exude an intense dark and necrotic energy, with deformed faces and huge irregular teeth.
Using an evaluation device, she discovered that they are around Levels 6~8, with many around Levels 11~14, and she found nothing above that level. The strangest thing is that the device did not provide a name.
She was confused and came to a conclusion. “They are new monsters or... they have never been cataloged.”
She believes it to be the first case, since the device in her hands is state-of-the-art, created by the High-Elves, who have spent millennia exploring the world, researching all kinds of monstrous species, including urban legends and the like.
They catalogued everything and turned it into a business.
Smiling, she knows he will pay a fortune to visit her Dungeon and study it. It will be interesting to have a Legendary Explorer, close to becoming a Demigod, exploring her problematic Dungeon for free.
...
Skarla descended and began to annihilate the lupine monsters. She hasn't named them yet; she has no interest in discovering new species, when she doesn't even know if they're really new.
She tried each element and discovered that, except for Order, the Electricity Element causes a lot of damage.
Electricity itself has a power to purify evil; it's small, but it exists. But it's also great for suppressing living beings. These creatures are somewhere between the undead and something that is truly alive.
Skarla examined them and saw that their genitals were in good condition. Even though their skin was cold like a corpse, their blood still pumped and there were offspring, showing that they could reproduce.
...
She continued searching around, jumping through the trees and covering a huge area. Suddenly, the trees disappeared and she found herself in a huge cemetery covering dozens of kilometers.
Her attention fell on the hundreds of Skeletons, Zombies, and Ghouls present. Wandering aimlessly. She stepped on a zombie's head, standing over it, covered in stealth, even with so many eyes on her.
Skarla assessed them, levels 4~6 on average, with many at levels 7~10, even 11~15.
But her attention fell on the center of this place, a structure that looks like a mausoleum. She feels a powerful presence from that place, surely the power of a Legendary creature. From the ripples she feels, there is more than one.
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PART 2 – Mausoleum!
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In a gloomy place, with skulls and bones decorating the walls and ceiling, all kinds of totems and ritualistic symbols add a heavier atmosphere to the environment.
This is the interior of the mausoleum in the center of the cemetery, surrounded not by hundreds, but by thousands of undead.
In this mausoleum, in its deepest part, you can find a large round room over 10 meters high. In its center is a large double bed, richly decorated and luxurious.
Two figures lie on the bed, the first being an athletic and toned man, a human covered in scars, with a serious look on his face and his jaw clenched, as are his fists.
You can see chains wrapped around his wrists, legs, and neck. He grunts and growls, struggling to free himself, but his strength is useless; something is draining him.
Plap~ Plap~
Viscous sounds echo amid the man's forced growls, veins bulging from his neck and throwing his head back. From his field of vision, he watches a slender figure with a huge ass, rising and falling, bouncing on his moderately large cock.
This slender woman has grayish skin and feels cold to the touch, her long gray hair messy amid the intense up and down movement, the vigorous shock of flesh echoing as her captive's cock fills her tight, purple-colored pussy.
“This... the difficulty of capturing you was worth it...” She moaned, laughing happily as her large, bright crimson eyes met those of her captive.
The man growls, clenching his fists as she descends forcefully, his entire cock disappearing as she grinds her hips, laughing in delight as she feels the thick load fill her pussy.
She looks at the man and says. “Honey~ it's good that you have more energy, because you have two more holes to fill~” She turned to him, allowing him to see her beautiful gray body, moderately large breasts, an impeccable face like that of a doll, sharp fangs protruding from her mouth, and slight reddish traces at the corners of her lips.
Her fingers touched his smooth pubis, she squeezed and felt his cock inside, she pulled back, the man's penis fell onto his own pubis and his sperm began to drip from her tight pussy, which had closed in an instant.
“Hahahaha~” Suddenly the man laughed, looking up at the ceiling.
“What's so funny? I haven't even started torturing you yet~” - The woman teased and with sharp claws, slid her fingers across the man's chest, blood dripping.
“By now, my mistress must have sent one of her wives, or she will come here herself. Most likely the latter... when she comes, you bitch, you will know true despair!” The man laughed loudly.
“Poor thing~” The woman laughed, reaching out her hand, and a wine glass flew into her palm. She calmly went to the man's arm and cut his wrist, letting the blood drip as she sat on the bed, caressing his face. “Let your master or wives come~ this is my territory and you have already felt the weight of invading it, it will be no different for your master~”
She brought the glass to her lips, grunting in delight as she feasted.
The man laughed. “Your ignorance is cute. But my master's wives are at least ten times stronger than me, and as for my master, she is a demigoddess!”
The woman stopped when she heard this, then shrugged. “Demigods cannot enter here.”
“My master is the strongest, she ignores all limitations. She can destroy entire nations without being punished by the laws of the world! Skarla Verona will come, and when she finds you, she will destroy you!” The man burst out laughing, and the woman rolled her eyes.
“Your desperation is cute, telling so many exaggerated lies. Know this, dear, even a demigod capable of raising all attributes to the maximum, having special abilities that exceed the limits, would still be unable to go against the system. It is supreme, and no mortal can go against it... Your master is, at most, an absurdly powerful legend, but compared to a real demigod?” She laughed, her gaze seemed to focus on something, more precisely a memory.
The man just smiled, knowing that mere words cannot exemplify the aberration that is his master.
SWOOSH~
A high-pitched sound reached her ears, and the woman, in mockery, quickly widened her eyes, as she felt the connection with her army was gone. “WHAT?!” She screamed in pure shock, looking at the man.
“She's here...” He smiled and the room fell deathly silent.
It took a few minutes for the rumbling to echo. The woman became desperate as the connection with her Legendary Level slaves began to fade. She trembled and... sounds of footsteps echoed.
Something was approaching. A feeling of suffocation arose, terror, something she had long forgotten what it was, something she caused in her victims.
Her gaze fell on the entrance, her body becoming tense, her claws lengthening, her energy seeping into the ground, something moving and active.
Slowly, a huge figure entered the room, a dark-skinned beauty with a calm gaze, analyzing her surroundings, extending her hand.
“Who—” The woman was about to scream, until a repeated crack echoed and the chains broke. The chained man broke free of her control, falling to his knees beside the intruder.
“HOW DARE YOU?!” The woman roared.
“Hm?” Skarla raised an eyebrow. “I'm just taking back what's mine. Weird woman.” She rolled her eyes, waving her hand.
The woman was about to say something, but a powerful burst of energy hit her, she screamed shrill and soon sank dozens of meters into the wall, they are underground and there is nothing built there.
She disappeared from his sight.
“Eclids, right?” Skarla asked.
“Yes, my lady, thank you for rescuing this foolish servant.” Eclids bowed his head.
“No problem... I attacked without thinking, I didn't even ask if you wanted to keep her as a toy for revenge.” Skarla said, pointing.
Eclids did not expect this tone from his mistress, even though he had seen her before. Such a tone was always directed at her children and wives; subordinates and allies were treated differently. He hesitated, but smiled and said, “Thank you, but I don't like talking corpses... I'm ashamed that a mere poison made me excited by that rotten body.”
“At least you're not a degenerate.” Skarla laughed, then frowned.
“Is there a problem?” Eclids stood up, looking at the wall and probing with his senses, noticing that she was still alive in some way.
“I just realized that if my daughter Belisandre were here, she would probably ask me to keep this thing alive... I think I need to discipline my daughters better.” Skarla sighed, feeling frustrated that she had associated this possibility with her beloved daughter.
Eclids was speechless. Skarla extended her palm, grabbing the air and pulling, the creature's body being brought back. Its limbs were distorted, several pieces of its flesh torn and bones exposed, its face disfigured, and the remnants of the Order Element's Internal Energy were causing excruciating pain to this creature.
Skarla watches her. “A type of vampire? Curious...” She regains her energy and the pain in the vampire diminishes, she throws her to the ground.
“I would even use some of my blood to help her heal, but the chances of her evolving because of me are high. Can you do the honors?” Skarla looks at Eclids, who nods, but notices something and Skarla throws him a dagger, which he catches and cuts his wrist.
The reason Skarla is so sure that the vampire could evolve or become stronger with her blood is that there are continents with dominant vampires, who have already made contact, and one of her daughters is in contact with them. The Blood Emperor, known as the strongest of the vampires below the Ancestral Vampire, who is a demigod, was willing to pay tons of treasure for a vial of her blood.
Apparently, a nobleman ended up tasting his daughter's blood and became addicted, but was killed for being too greedy. But then she got involved, met the Blood Emperor, and his desire for her blood arose.
It probably has something to do with her second metamorphosis. Vampires are strange and seem to be able to absorb certain characteristics from those whose blood they drink, or even improve existing ones.
This is something Skarla hopes to research in the future. She sees opportunities, but to do so, she will need black magic to create her own vampires.
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PART 3 – Attack!
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FSSSHhhhhh—WHOOOSH—BANG!
A red plume of smoke rose into the air, followed by an explosion. A flare.
Skarla is sitting on a gravestone, Eclids now dressed, kneeling beside her, while the Vampire lies asleep on the ground, her body mutilated and her mind in an even worse state.
BANG!
In the distance, an explosion, the same trail.
“Let's go!” Skarla says, grabbing the vampire and running off, Eclids following her, using everything he has.
Less than an hour later, they bump into a figure running in their direction. A black woman with long hair, she smiles, but soon becomes shocked and without hesitation falls to her knees.
“It is an honor to see you, Your Majesty!” she cries out on her knees.
Skarla nods. “Did you find any Legendary Undead?” she asks.
“I found traces and energy signatures, but I didn't come across any of them personally,” she replied. “I've been looking for the exit from this floor to report back, but I haven't found anything that indicates one.”
Skarla nodded and they soon headed for a nearby hill.
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Camp was set up, Eclids is with the vampire, gathering more information.
Skarla is sitting, meditating and spreading her senses, noticing abnormal movements in the creatures on this floor. They have already detected them, but they are not attacking, they are watching, advancing or retreating, but not attacking.
They don't have that much intelligence, which means something is controlling them.
Gradually, she noticed the number increasing, but then it began to decrease and... the strength of some monsters began to increase. Skarla found it curious. At first, she thought it was some legendary monster from the floor, but no, it's the Dungeon, it's alive!
Skarla knows that Dungeons are a type of living being, and now that he understands that the World itself has its own system, it is clear that Dungeons must be the same.
And it seems that this Dungeon is quite active and has some special characteristics, as it seems to merge monsters and make them stronger.
...
The miasma suddenly became denser and the movement of the undead became more obvious. They began to march, hundreds of them, all above Level 10!
Skarla protected the camp, waiting patiently.
“Your Majesty! The vampire is gone!” Eclids appeared desperate, falling to his knees. “Forgive me for my incompetence, I am willing to accept any punishment, I deserve it.”
Skarla ignored him, but soon said, “It wasn't your fault, the Dungeon took her back, it was my mistake not to kill her before.” She calmly looked at a place, a strong group, and she didn't hide the fact that she was staring at them, they stared back.
“Get ready.” Skarla stands up.
Seconds turned into minutes, and from the thick fog of miasma, corpse-like figures emerged, many of them huge and brutal, bodies full of stitches, Patchwork Abominations, devoid of intelligence, made of various body parts, tending to be very powerful and above Level 15.
But their attention falls on a tall, thin figure wearing leather clothing tightly stretched over his skin, and... it's disgusting to look at, especially the markings on his testicles. The creature's face is more than half covered, exposing only his mouth with yellow teeth.
It looks like something out of Hellraiser, something gothic and sadomasochistic.
“You... leader?” The creature pointed at Skarla, speaking in a drawling, dark tone.
Skarla walked calmly towards him. He seemed to be some kind of Lich, but he still had his flesh. “I'm the one in charge here!” she said with a smile.
“Accept... peaceful death. Fighting is useless... you're surrounded... thousands!” He opened his arms in a threatening manner.
Skarla calmly looked around at the presence of countless undead creatures. She smiled slightly and pointed her finger at the creature's face. He didn't seem to like it, so a threatening energy manifested itself.
“DAMN YOU!!!” The creature roared, and Skarla waved her hand, ignoring him, and an arc, with her at its center, spread like waves in all directions, covering hundreds of meters and eradicating the Miasma and Undead in its path.
“You said thousands? I think there are hundreds now?” Skarla mocked.
ROAR!!!
One of the Patchwork Abominations attacked her, its huge fist, larger than her head, heading for her face, and she just smiled.
The fist collided with something, and in an instant it began to crack and break, as if it were not made of flesh.
ROAR!
The aberration screamed in pain, trying to retreat, but its entire body was covered with cracks, and it soon leaned backward and fell, shattering into pieces.
Skarla scratched her chin. “I didn't know I had turned into a jellyfish... how strange.” Skarla was curious about what she had just done.
Her Internal Energy Protection is covered with Order Element. She had expected him not to escape unscathed or even to die burned, not petrified. She scratched her chin curiously.
Suddenly she felt ripples of necrotic energy, followed by dozens of magic circles with Dark Magic Runes manifesting everywhere, followed by huge black and white thorns made of bones or darkness.
A poisonous mist spread, corroding everything around it.
“Shunam's pussy is more corrosive,” Skarla thinks as she casually waves her hand and dispels the poisonous and corrosive mist.
As for the thorns, they were fragmented before they touched her. Her two allies? They managed to protect themselves, dodging or destroying the attacks. Both are Legends she created.
“Is that all?” Skarla asks, and the creature she believes to be a type of Lich lets out a shrill cry as it floats in the air.
“Huh? That's cheating, that ugly thing can fly and I can't?” Skarla shakes her head, still unable to fly.
Soon the air around the creature distorts and countless cracks appear in space, followed by a torrent of shots surrounding Skarla.
She is calm, watching the green and purple beams explode on her protection, the damage insignificant to her eyes. She calmly extends her hand and closes it, a massive palm manifests itself and with a squeeze, crushes the creature.
Its shrill scream echoes tragically. Skarla smiles and the creature falls to the ground, trembling, not yet dead, Skarla did not use that much force.
“Answer me one thing before you die,” Skarla says calmly, facing the creature, which is frightened but unable to retreat, even though it is terrified.
“Did something guide you here or order you to come to me?” Skarla asks.
HAAAAAA!!!
In response, it screams hoarsely, then begins to swell. Skarla snaps her fingers and her energy envelops it, creating a dome that begins to close. It explodes inside the dome, but the energy does not escape, it is contained and continues to compress, soon a ball of flesh, bones, and leather is on the ground.
Skarla looked around. “Running away?” She smiled and extended her palm, sharp beams shot out, dividing the legendary creatures that were fleeing.
She returned to the camp and said, “Deal with the rest, I'm going to meditate.”
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PART 4 – Resources & Plans!
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The air became unstable, and with an explosion coming from afar, the environment became stable.
Skarla stood and watched from afar. She thought and said, “It seems that we need to kill a certain number of monsters, including their leaders, to unlock the exit or passage to the next floor... now... is this permanent, or will the intelligent monsters renew themselves?”
Skarla doubts that they will renew themselves. At most, Legendary monsters without intellect or real strength can renew themselves and pose some challenge, but Vampires, Lichs, or other very intelligent and powerful creatures should not have copies.
But she didn't bother and decided to visit the territory of the Monster Leaders on that floor, as there should be several useful rewards. Skarla has already obtained several valuable resources from the Legendary corpses, Letiphia will be very excited.
Surprisingly, the number of Undead monsters above Level 15 is very rare, let alone above Level 20. Their materials are important for Warlocks, Witches, and Black Mages, having all kinds of uses.
With this much, she should be very happy for the next few months.
...
“Your Majesty, I found some very rare herbs, probably one of the Dungeon's continuous resources.” Meggie, the second Scout, said as she showed a basket with five different types of magical plants, organized separately.
Skarla took a look, recognizing four of them, including a Gray Mandrake. These are valuable herbs, but the last one, with gray leaves with black spots, connected to a type of greenish potato, but shaped like a skull, she had never seen before.
She had never seen this before. “Maybe a new species?” She was curious and crushed the containers, organizing them so they wouldn't lose their effect or rot. Plants harvested from undead zones tend to die quickly.
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Two days later!
The resources of the 15th floor were thoroughly explored, and six types of uncategorized undead were discovered, one of which originated from a species not native to her world, with a high chance of being an extinct race.
Twenty-four different types of magical plants with Death, Darkness, and Poison element properties were detected, three of which are not cataloged on your device or in your memories.
A large number of them were collected and stored in different types of containers. The monsters were naturally killed and their corpses harvested and dismantled, stored for future research.
The only thing that bothers Skarla is the fact that the Vampire disappeared from the 15th floor. She never reappeared. Even Skarla, with his immense sensitivity and tracking ability, found himself unable to detect her.
And now, in front of the portal, accompanied by a floor cleared of undead creatures, all dead. Skarla received no EXP, but his subordinates received a lot, as many legendary monsters were killed.
They soon advanced through the portal, there were two of them, but one was for leaving and the other for reaching the 16th floor. They chose to leave.
There were many valuable resources, and Skarla had a plan.
......
After leaving the Dungeon, a squad of troops waited patiently for them, Aaron among them.
“Aaron, from now on you will be in charge of protecting the Dungeon, preventing anyone from entering, reinforcing security, and initiating Dungeon restriction procedures. No one enters or leaves without proper permission. Anyone who is exploring, order them to leave now!” Skarla was firm, and Aaron nodded.
...
In a large room with a round table in the center.
Skarla sits in the main seat, calmly observing everyone present, among them the one he personally invited, with soft white skin, vibrant yellow eyes, long red hair, and long, pointed ears.
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His name is Curboris Flameheart, a High Elf approximately 3,400 years old.
A few hours ago, Skarla left the Dungeon, and in the minutes that followed, she contacted the Flameheart Family about her discoveries. Less than an hour later, a High Elf arrived flying.
With Skarla's permission, soldiers brought several items in glass boxes, sealed and reinforced with magic. Curboris' eyes sparkled, his hand rubbing his lips as he contemplated them.
“I explored the 15th floor in the last few days, covering an area of approximately 150 square kilometers, and found no underground structures worthy of attention, nor any secret locations. During the exploration, life forms were detected, some of the specimens present here, which is why I called Sir Curboris. I just didn't expect such a quick response.” Skarla smiles.
“Some kind of monsters and new plants? Please, I only didn't come faster because my talent for Space Magic is pathetic!” Curboris smiled as he leaned back and observed the corpse.
“I believe they are undead creatures capable of reproducing, which means they cannot be categorized as Undead,” Skarla said.
“Yes, probably Necrophages? It's a term we use for species of living beings that, in addition to being corrupted by Undead Energy, adapt to living in such environments and use that energy to their advantage.” Curboris says calmly.
"There are two species of Necrophages in total. To me, they are no different from the Undead, energy flow, contamination of death and more, everything is the same as zombies and skeletons, but subtly different.“ - Skarla says.
”In addition, we have three species of magical plants, I have found no records of them." - Skarla points to the three separate types from the remaining 21.
“We have some very good things here,” said Letiphia, licking her lips. “Some of these plants are extremely rare. For the 15th floor to produce them is truly a treasure.”
“I agree, I even had my eye on two of these. I couldn't find any buyers, but now my research on chimeras can move forward.” The Black Mage laughed heartily.
“These three types, I've never seen them before, but this one here.” Curboris stood in front of the glass, watching intently. "Yes, it's a Death Potato. It's a plant that can't be found in this world. We have records, but it's not native here.“
”It's not, or was it simply extinct?“ Skarla asked. ”Given the number of civilizations that have passed through this world, with all kinds of holy wars and so on, it's quite common for certain vegetation to become extinct before the elves arrived."
Curboris thought about it and nodded. “Indeed, it is very likely that it is as Your Majesty said. But its use... I will need to research it, it is something I read briefly a few millennia ago, I apologize for my incompetence at the moment.”
"Incompetence for not remembering the contents of a book or document from thousands of years ago? You embarrass us.“ Skarla laughed.
”I apologize for interrupting,“ Leslye said with a smile, raising her hand. ”I'm no expert, but isn't this type of resource only valuable for black magic? What would be the monetary benefit for Krugar? I apologize if I'm talking nonsense."
Skarla looks at her, smiles, and stops others from speaking. “Aaron, would you like to explain?”
Aaron was surprised to be called, but clearing his throat, he said. “Even if they are Magic Plants born from a Dungeon contaminated by Miasma and Death, they are still valuable resources that not only Warlocks, Witches, Black Mages, or Necromancers can use, but every Alchemist is capable of using them in some way. I'm not just talking about poisons or harmful means of killing.”
His gaze fell on Skarla. “If it were 10 years ago, the monetary benefit of these Magic Plants would probably be greatly reduced, even strictly prohibited, but thanks to Your Majesty innovating the way the world views Black Magic, reducing or eliminating prejudice, nations around the world are researching and reinventing this area.”
“Resources such as Magic Plants or Undead Materials are difficult to find, as churches around the world purge and purify any region of the world of undead creatures. Those that are unable to do so use such places as training grounds for their Paladins and Priests.”
Aaron swallowed hard. “Undead dungeons are also rare and rarely exceed Level 10 in difficulty, so we have in our hands an extremely valuable dungeon because it is one of the few places that generates this specific type of resource in abundance, which is very rare and scarce in other parts of the world.”
Smiling slightly at a slightly blushing Leslye, Aaron finishes. “So speaking in terms of benefiting Krugar's economy, we will be the world's leading producer of these resources, and that's just on the 15th floor, which is almost 200 kilometers long. Imagine what's on the remaining five floors, what other resources there are.”
“Well said.” Skarla smiles and Aaron bows and steps back.
“As Aaron explained, we have in our possession a dungeon with valuable and rare resources from monsters and vegetation. For us, who are the pioneers of black magic in this world, having an easy way to acquire such resources will save us a lot.”
“Now let's get to the main point. Berard!” Skarla calls, and the dwarf, who seems to get younger and more handsome with each passing year, stands up with his chest puffed out.
Berard commands the nation's weapon manufacturing sector. He is also the greatest blacksmith in Krugar and is competing for the top spot in the world.
"Berard, the Miasma after the 5th floor begins to cause continuous damage to those who enter. After the 10th floor, it only gets worse, and I don't need to tell you that on the 15th floor, the Miasma is more widespread, but more deadly, as if something were controlling it. I want 100 high-quality accessories capable of fighting the Miasma in 5 days.“ Skarla said and threw documents at Berard.
”Master, 5 days...“
”I didn't ask if you can, I ordered you to do it!" Skarla interrupted him, and Berard fell silent.
“Five days? I'll finish in four!” Berard snorted, Skarla smiled.
Berard's problem is that he sometimes underestimates himself too much. Skarla knows his abilities better than the dwarf himself.
“I'll talk about the rest of what we need, and everyone associated with this area should start preparing everything for the next five days. We'll have 100 people entering the Dungeon to explore and collect resources, but mainly for study. We'll make the 15th floor a safe base.” Skarla was firm.
"In addition to the resources Berard will need for his creations, we will need resources to establish a Miasma Protection Matrix so as not to overload the accessories. We will need food for 1 month, for 100 people, and it must be resistant. We are not going on a picnic. Miasma rots food and poisons water, so create containers that are protected against it, or you will have to take medicine and eat rotten food.“
”Request weapons and accessories of sacred power, resources to establish an outpost..."
Skarla began listing everything they would need for the next 30 days. They had five days to prepare everything.
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Two weeks later, 16th floor.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Skarla laughed loudly as black veins covered her body, some small wounds exposed.